Sorry it's taken me so long to update this! All the pressure from exams,
I've hardly had any time to write. At the moment I should be studying for
the multiple exams I have next week, but after taking a break to read some
new X-men Evo fics, I've decided I might as well post another chapter,
seeing as how I'm not going to be getting much more studying done tonight.
Anyways, hope you enjoy! And if you have any bashing to do, please refrain
from reviewing until after the 17, but feel free to review evil comments
after that, and definitely any other comments before hand . . . I could use
some cheering up!
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The crinkly material rustled as Tabitha pulled the tight skirt up past her thighs, admiring herself in Amara's full-length mirror. The two of them had grown awfully close since the girls had attempted to bond together, as their one chance to avoid being labeled as the "weaker sex." Tabitha generally got along with all the mutant girls, after Jean had proved she wasn't a complete "goody-goody," Tabitha had started hanging around with her and Amara more during school. The three of them had perfect balance together; Tabitha - the risk taker, Jean - the serious rule follower, and Amara who fit in the middle, holding the two together. It was an odd grouping, but that's why they liked it so much, all three of them hated being predictable.
"I'm beginning to hate it over there," Tabitha spoke conversationally as she pulled her wild blonde hair into two messy buns at the top of her head. "Ever since the queen got back with her little witch of a princess - no offense," she cast a hasty glance at the real princess sitting on the bed beside her, flipping through an old Seventeen issue.
"None taken," she shrugged her shoulders carelessly.
"I get most of my info off of Lance now, since I've been hanging around here more than there, so who knows if it's trustworthy." Tabitha was now pulling on a midriff revealing pink shirt that matched perfectly with the slinky black skirt. "But 'parently Mystic has some new little weapon that she keeps braggin' 'bout, but the guys don't know what."
"More powerful than Wanda?" A silky voice questioned disbelievingly from the doorway, causing both Amara and Tabitha to jump. Neither of them had noticed Jean standing in the doorway.
Tabitha was about to make some light remark, but noting the seriousness in Jean's face she shrugged. "Guess so."
Jean bit back her lip. Amara looked at her sympathetically, she could tell Jean didn't want to respond but she'd do would she had to do - even if it meant infuriating the mistress of destruction. "Tabby, you need to talk to the professor. Now."
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When Jean had pulled the bewildered Tabitha out of Amara's room, the two girls had been in the middle of their "therapy" session. Once a week the two girls got together (occasionally joined by Jean) to exchange clothes, make-up, magazines, and gossip. So now Tabitha stood huffily in front of the professor wearing a tight mini-skirt, a much too revealing top, and heavy amounts of make-up.
"You said that Mystique has been bragging about a new weapon, correct?" The professor stared intently at Tabitha's confused expression.
"Yeah, that's what Lance told me."
"Has Mr. Alvers said anything else about this weapon?"
"Nah, just that Mystic, or whatever, seemed overly pleased about this one. Almost more excited than when she brought home that Scarlet Wench." Tabitha noted with pleasure that more than one person winced at her appalling language.
"Professor, you don't think this could be the dream walker, do you?" Jean questioned nervously, hovering in the doorway.
He sighed, "Jean, would you please summon the other students? I'll meet you in the common room."
As Jean quickly nodded and vanished from the room, Charles Xavier dismissed Tabitha with a nod and turned to Logan, "I fear that now is the time to tell them."
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The unusual disarray of mutants sat uneasily in the living room. Each one was slowly being frightened into a state of apprehensive terror at the sight of a disoriented jean beckoning them to the common living area. Jean, who was always so calm and collective, sat huddled in her corner of the long couch, Scott's arm draped protectively around her as his concerned eye kept hold of her.
Kitty, Rogue, Tabitha (who'd refused to leave, claiming that she had a part in this after bringing the message to Xavier), Amara, and Jubilee were sprawled on the ground as the boys had snagged most of the chairs.
By the time the professor, Logan, Ororo, and Hank had entered, the students had turned themselves into burning nervous energy. Each one began talking at once; only to fall silent again as the Professor raised a commanding hand.
"I'm not sure what all of you have heard, but I will ask you all to put previous information and any questions from your mind until after I have finished what I need to say. If, when I am through, you still have any lingering questions, I will be happy to answer them the best that I can." Professor Xavier paused, only too well aware of how much he sounded like someone preparing to give a lecture in front of an audience of high school students in their school auditorium. "A month ago, many of your fellow students began to have disturbed dreams, dreams that were not their own. These dreams, it appears, were being entered and altered by what we have come to call a 'Dream Walker.' She is a powerful mutant, whom we believe has been enrolled by Mystique, who has been entering others dreams and changing them, hoping to instill fear and paranoia into those mutants who hold up the foundation of the Institute."
Many of the students froze at this statement, exchanging bewildered and frightened looks with others just as confused as they. Scott's arm tightened around Jean as a silent sob raked through her body. Kurt's eyes flamed with an apoplectic rage at the one who was tearing apart the souls of his friends. And at the mention of the distorted dreams, Kitty's eyes filled with tears as her lips mouthed the single word, "Lance."
"I do not mean to frighten you, but what you need to understand is that this 'Dream Walker' is a growing threat to all of the students at the Institute. We have reason to believe that she is residing in Bayville; she may even be attending your school. Logan, Ororo, Hank, and I are planning a mission to put a stop to this mutant's terror. But until then, we advise you to practice blocking out your minds like we've taught you, and we expect you all to be on your guard. That means no being lax about security. Do not do anything that may reveal your powers." Was it everyone's imagination? Or did the Professor's gaze happen to linger a little while longer on Evan and Kurt as he said that?
"Professor?" Kitty raised her shaking hand into the air. "If this mutant has been, like, drafted by Mystique . . ." she swallowed, trying to force the words out. "Then why has the 'Dream Walker' been in Lance's dreams?"
The Professor knit his brows together in thought. "Why indeed."
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The crinkly material rustled as Tabitha pulled the tight skirt up past her thighs, admiring herself in Amara's full-length mirror. The two of them had grown awfully close since the girls had attempted to bond together, as their one chance to avoid being labeled as the "weaker sex." Tabitha generally got along with all the mutant girls, after Jean had proved she wasn't a complete "goody-goody," Tabitha had started hanging around with her and Amara more during school. The three of them had perfect balance together; Tabitha - the risk taker, Jean - the serious rule follower, and Amara who fit in the middle, holding the two together. It was an odd grouping, but that's why they liked it so much, all three of them hated being predictable.
"I'm beginning to hate it over there," Tabitha spoke conversationally as she pulled her wild blonde hair into two messy buns at the top of her head. "Ever since the queen got back with her little witch of a princess - no offense," she cast a hasty glance at the real princess sitting on the bed beside her, flipping through an old Seventeen issue.
"None taken," she shrugged her shoulders carelessly.
"I get most of my info off of Lance now, since I've been hanging around here more than there, so who knows if it's trustworthy." Tabitha was now pulling on a midriff revealing pink shirt that matched perfectly with the slinky black skirt. "But 'parently Mystic has some new little weapon that she keeps braggin' 'bout, but the guys don't know what."
"More powerful than Wanda?" A silky voice questioned disbelievingly from the doorway, causing both Amara and Tabitha to jump. Neither of them had noticed Jean standing in the doorway.
Tabitha was about to make some light remark, but noting the seriousness in Jean's face she shrugged. "Guess so."
Jean bit back her lip. Amara looked at her sympathetically, she could tell Jean didn't want to respond but she'd do would she had to do - even if it meant infuriating the mistress of destruction. "Tabby, you need to talk to the professor. Now."
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When Jean had pulled the bewildered Tabitha out of Amara's room, the two girls had been in the middle of their "therapy" session. Once a week the two girls got together (occasionally joined by Jean) to exchange clothes, make-up, magazines, and gossip. So now Tabitha stood huffily in front of the professor wearing a tight mini-skirt, a much too revealing top, and heavy amounts of make-up.
"You said that Mystique has been bragging about a new weapon, correct?" The professor stared intently at Tabitha's confused expression.
"Yeah, that's what Lance told me."
"Has Mr. Alvers said anything else about this weapon?"
"Nah, just that Mystic, or whatever, seemed overly pleased about this one. Almost more excited than when she brought home that Scarlet Wench." Tabitha noted with pleasure that more than one person winced at her appalling language.
"Professor, you don't think this could be the dream walker, do you?" Jean questioned nervously, hovering in the doorway.
He sighed, "Jean, would you please summon the other students? I'll meet you in the common room."
As Jean quickly nodded and vanished from the room, Charles Xavier dismissed Tabitha with a nod and turned to Logan, "I fear that now is the time to tell them."
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The unusual disarray of mutants sat uneasily in the living room. Each one was slowly being frightened into a state of apprehensive terror at the sight of a disoriented jean beckoning them to the common living area. Jean, who was always so calm and collective, sat huddled in her corner of the long couch, Scott's arm draped protectively around her as his concerned eye kept hold of her.
Kitty, Rogue, Tabitha (who'd refused to leave, claiming that she had a part in this after bringing the message to Xavier), Amara, and Jubilee were sprawled on the ground as the boys had snagged most of the chairs.
By the time the professor, Logan, Ororo, and Hank had entered, the students had turned themselves into burning nervous energy. Each one began talking at once; only to fall silent again as the Professor raised a commanding hand.
"I'm not sure what all of you have heard, but I will ask you all to put previous information and any questions from your mind until after I have finished what I need to say. If, when I am through, you still have any lingering questions, I will be happy to answer them the best that I can." Professor Xavier paused, only too well aware of how much he sounded like someone preparing to give a lecture in front of an audience of high school students in their school auditorium. "A month ago, many of your fellow students began to have disturbed dreams, dreams that were not their own. These dreams, it appears, were being entered and altered by what we have come to call a 'Dream Walker.' She is a powerful mutant, whom we believe has been enrolled by Mystique, who has been entering others dreams and changing them, hoping to instill fear and paranoia into those mutants who hold up the foundation of the Institute."
Many of the students froze at this statement, exchanging bewildered and frightened looks with others just as confused as they. Scott's arm tightened around Jean as a silent sob raked through her body. Kurt's eyes flamed with an apoplectic rage at the one who was tearing apart the souls of his friends. And at the mention of the distorted dreams, Kitty's eyes filled with tears as her lips mouthed the single word, "Lance."
"I do not mean to frighten you, but what you need to understand is that this 'Dream Walker' is a growing threat to all of the students at the Institute. We have reason to believe that she is residing in Bayville; she may even be attending your school. Logan, Ororo, Hank, and I are planning a mission to put a stop to this mutant's terror. But until then, we advise you to practice blocking out your minds like we've taught you, and we expect you all to be on your guard. That means no being lax about security. Do not do anything that may reveal your powers." Was it everyone's imagination? Or did the Professor's gaze happen to linger a little while longer on Evan and Kurt as he said that?
"Professor?" Kitty raised her shaking hand into the air. "If this mutant has been, like, drafted by Mystique . . ." she swallowed, trying to force the words out. "Then why has the 'Dream Walker' been in Lance's dreams?"
The Professor knit his brows together in thought. "Why indeed."
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